Friends come and go... Life gets busy. We have kids at different ages and in different activities. Some move away and some drift away. But this friend has been around a long, long time. He was a year younger than me, but I remember him from Sunday school class. And since I'm very small town, I've really known him forever. Last week, my friend Eric, was supposed to come home from a Pittsburgh hospital, where there was no more they could do for him. Instead he went home to God and his new, expanded, heavenly family.
He was special, but aren't we all? To someone? So we are sad at what we are losing, but if we follow our faith, and put it in God, are we really winning? Hard to see that through the tears sometimes, but it is.
We have all worn green wrist bands stamped NO ONE FIGHTS ALONE! So true...
Happy Birthday in Heaven, dear friend. Eat Aunt Luella's cake tops, sing with so many of your family and friends and smile, once again.
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